If Sunday is a day of rest...

...why did I spend it busting my butt?

Let's see...

* Up early this morning to take The Kid to church, come home, get a shower and then back over there to pick her up.
* Out for breakfast, full tank of gas, and then grocery shopping.
* Back home, put away the groceries, read the Sunday paper.
* Go out back and wash and wax the car.

While I'm watching the car (and The Kid's sitting on the back porch watching), we get a visitor in the form of a cat that's been roaming around the neighborhood for the last few weeks.

This cat is extremely friendly. My neighbor believes that it belonged to someone who moved away and didn't bother to take the cat. The cat just wandered around, between me and The Kid, getting love and attention (and a wee bit of milk).

When I finished with the car and came in for lunch, the cat stuck around, sleeping in the sun on the chair on the back porch. My Kid went to put the paper in the recycle bin on the porch, and didn't see the cat sneak past her into the house.

I'm sitting in the living room, in a chair, half watching the baseball game and half falling asleep, when the cat comes walking in as if it owned the place. As soon as it sees me, it jumps right into my lap!

I call The Kid...she's out on the porch chatting with the neighbor...and she comes in and says "what". I say "look at this. Takes her eyes a moment to focus, but she sees the cat on my lap.

:/

I get the cat back outside. It wasn't too happy about that, and it's been hanging out on the porch and "mrrows" every once in awhile.

Now the Pirates, who were winning 3-2, are going into the top of the ninth, losing 4-3. After the game's over, it's out to dinner, sneaking past one unhappy cat in the process no doubt.

So...I wonder what I'll have for dinner...